Sooo this is something that I did for a Creative Writing assignment - it's "describe your main character's hands, eyes, or posture in one or two (or three) paragraphs. Try to convey as much about his/ her personality as possible." I did Shyasha Rinkari. Hope you like it. :D
Four and a half thousand years can do a lot to a person. When I was born, for example, my eyes were hazel-green. I died of heartbreak when I was seventeen, but the gods chose to spare my life in exchange for my sight. When I re-awoke, my vision was gone, and my irises were downy white, according to everyone I asked. When I regained my sight, my eyes found color – my left one is purple, and my right one is yellow. These are known as triple-lucky eyes. Lucky eyes are two-tone, normal-colored eyes - blue and green, black and brown. Double-lucky eyes are the ones that are a combination of two abnormal colors, or one weird color and one normal one, and are usually caused by enchantments – orange and pink, red and white, blue and yellow, black and purple. Triple-lucky eyes are purple and yellow only – they are contrasting colors that are abnormal outside of enchantments. It has also been said that one who wears triple-lucky eyes have been marked by the gods. I do not know whether my survival has been based on luck or the will of the gods – whichever it is, I thank them for keeping me from the death I face on a daily basis.
As I have to do rough, physical tasks every day, my hands are not in the greatest shape. Well, they are fine by Ranger standards – downright smooth for a Ranger, in fact. However, if my mother the Queen saw them, I am quite certain that she would lose her head in frustration and also several limbs. I have calluses in the inner joints of the middle three fingers of my right hand – an occupational hazard of being a Ranger armed with a bow for four and a half thousand years. These calluses will never fade, no matter how many creams that my mother makes me try. My hands have plenty of cuts – nothing but dragon magic and my own fairy magic will heal those, and I refuse to let them mend, especially the big X that crosses my left palm. This is how I am recognized as a Dragon Friend, especially now that the Age of Dragons has come to a close. Poachers can attempt to imitate this scar, as can anyone who wants to see a dragon for real. It will not work. Only dragons can mark their friends. No ink or knife is made from the claw of a dragon king, the fire of its mother’s queen, and the blood of the wearer’s palm. I am the only being alive who has been trusted enough by the dragons to wear this scar on my palm, and I will not misuse it.
Whenever I am forced to go back to the palace, be it for a gala that I am forced to be present at or a meeting with the king that I am mandated to attend, my mother seeks me out and demands to know why my posture is so horrible, and why I choose to slouch all the time. The truth of the matter is that I do not slouch all the time. I only slouch in Mother’s presence to irk her and in Telsiel’s presence because he irks me. Mother hates me on purpose, and Telsiel has no reason to love me. When I am with the dragons, I must stand as tall as possible, just so the dragons can see me properly – at five feet and eleven inches, I am almost too short for them to see. When I am traveling the back roads, I am forced to bend over – unlike with the dragons, I am too tall for most of the forest, and I must make sure not to hit my head on something.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Disney or Bust
I don't know if I've said this before, but the music trip starts this afternoon - we leave for a 16 hour bus ride to Orlando, Florida an hour after school ends. The bus ride is going to be absolutely HORRIBLE - a bunch of juniors (and some seniors) on a bus.
All night.
Hi, Sleep: I won't be seeing you tonight because you'll be deserting the entire music department. Have fun.
I'll survive, I guess.
It probably won't help that my Bus Backpack has more clothing for tomorrow than it does stuff to do for the ride. Hopefully I won't die of boredom. My guess is that tonight will follow the classic Situation of General Annoyance: if you pack lightly on the stuff to do, you get bored within an hour, but if you bring a TON of stuff to do, you focus on one thing and ignore the rest of the stuff you brought for the rest of the trip. I think it'll be okay, though.
My biggest fear is that I'll forget to take my chorus folder from my backpack and put it into my suitcase, therefore forgetting my music and what I'm supposed to sing and costing the choir points for professionalism (we're doing bits of Vivaldi's 'Gloria,' which is traditionally sung with music whether or not you actually have it memorized. This means that yes, I DO have to have my music, and yes, I DO have to have my folder over pain of death).
Between tomorrow and Sunday, we'll be spending LOTS of time in Disney World - as we'll be staying in the area, and the awards ceremony is at Hollywood Studios, it makes sense. We aren't going to go to Harry Potter world/ Universal Studios, however. I don't think I will mind it too much, but I know some people who are going to go on about it to no end. I just hope they don't go on about it too much. That would suck. A lot.
All night.
Hi, Sleep: I won't be seeing you tonight because you'll be deserting the entire music department. Have fun.
I'll survive, I guess.
It probably won't help that my Bus Backpack has more clothing for tomorrow than it does stuff to do for the ride. Hopefully I won't die of boredom. My guess is that tonight will follow the classic Situation of General Annoyance: if you pack lightly on the stuff to do, you get bored within an hour, but if you bring a TON of stuff to do, you focus on one thing and ignore the rest of the stuff you brought for the rest of the trip. I think it'll be okay, though.
My biggest fear is that I'll forget to take my chorus folder from my backpack and put it into my suitcase, therefore forgetting my music and what I'm supposed to sing and costing the choir points for professionalism (we're doing bits of Vivaldi's 'Gloria,' which is traditionally sung with music whether or not you actually have it memorized. This means that yes, I DO have to have my music, and yes, I DO have to have my folder over pain of death).
Between tomorrow and Sunday, we'll be spending LOTS of time in Disney World - as we'll be staying in the area, and the awards ceremony is at Hollywood Studios, it makes sense. We aren't going to go to Harry Potter world/ Universal Studios, however. I don't think I will mind it too much, but I know some people who are going to go on about it to no end. I just hope they don't go on about it too much. That would suck. A lot.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Update of the Day
I have returned to the blog! HOORAY! For the record, I DID work on the novel today, and I DID make more progress than I normally do (I think). Anyway, I'm (hopefully) on a track to close the 70-something page gap between where I am and where I'm supposed to be. However, part of that track involves me getting off of Blogger RIGHT NOW and closing the gap EVEN MORE.
On the other hand, tomorrow IS Friday, which means I WILL have plenty of time to not sleep and write LOTS.
When I'm not sewing for a fundraiser or knitting for a fundraiser, or judging for teachers, like I did today and will do tomorrow.
What was I judging, and why was I judging it?
I was judging food (which was good) for a Life Skills elective, because the teacher needed four people who were free during that period, and I was one of them. YAY!
The stuff was good, though two of the three dishes were kind of blah. And, as I can't cook, all I could think to write for the 'improvement advice' was that they should put it with a side dish in future. I don't know how the dishes are made, so I can't really be like, "OKAY! Use this spice and that thing and the dish will taste a LOT BETTER!" when I don't know what I'm talking about. I just volunteered - I'm no cooking expert. I just happened to have been in the library for nearly every day this school year. And I'm also affecting some people's final grades.
So no pressure or anything.
Right, well, I'm going to go write some more now. And attempt to close the 70-something page gap between where I am and where I need to be (or at least, write enough so that it doesn't grow too horribly overnight).
At least I have TIME.
I think.
Maybe.
Okay, I'm going now.
On the other hand, tomorrow IS Friday, which means I WILL have plenty of time to not sleep and write LOTS.
When I'm not sewing for a fundraiser or knitting for a fundraiser, or judging for teachers, like I did today and will do tomorrow.
What was I judging, and why was I judging it?
I was judging food (which was good) for a Life Skills elective, because the teacher needed four people who were free during that period, and I was one of them. YAY!
The stuff was good, though two of the three dishes were kind of blah. And, as I can't cook, all I could think to write for the 'improvement advice' was that they should put it with a side dish in future. I don't know how the dishes are made, so I can't really be like, "OKAY! Use this spice and that thing and the dish will taste a LOT BETTER!" when I don't know what I'm talking about. I just volunteered - I'm no cooking expert. I just happened to have been in the library for nearly every day this school year. And I'm also affecting some people's final grades.
So no pressure or anything.
Right, well, I'm going to go write some more now. And attempt to close the 70-something page gap between where I am and where I need to be (or at least, write enough so that it doesn't grow too horribly overnight).
At least I have TIME.
I think.
Maybe.
Okay, I'm going now.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
novel lag
I'm exceedingly behind on my novel. It is kind of crazy how far behind I am. I'm supposed to end on page 108 by the end of today. I'm on page 40. This isn't going to end well. Unless I stop blogging RIGHT NOW and start writing and somehow speed write fourteen pages a day for the next week. And then do six pages for the three days after that. Or something to that effect. I haven't done the calculations yet. Well, none that involve page counts per day. That made absolutely no sense, did it? Anyway, the point is, I'm going to have to get no sleep and a really bad writer's cramp for the next week and a half if I want to get back on schedule. Which I kind of do. Because I want to finish the novel.
I checked out a book from the library on Saturday about how teens can get published. So far, it has mostly covered short stories and poetry competitions and publishers - well, those are the only ones that I've seen, anyway. It's also a bit out of date - I'm pretty sure it was published in the mid-90's, so there's the fact that there could be more/ fewer publishers who want to publish teen writing than there were when the book was published. Just saying. But, so far, the bits I have read for the "Before You Submit" parts have been really helpful, because they most likely still apply to any writer. So yeah.
In other news, I auditioned for the all-grades show today. I can't spell the title of the show - the drama teacher wrote it, and the title is the name of the mythical country to which the main character goes in a dream. So yeah. A lot of my friends wonder why I auditioned for the show, because in two all-grades shows we've been in, rehearsals mostly consist of middle schoolers being insane, high schoolers getting headaches, and some blocking and line memorizing getting done on the side. My answer is that it's still EXPERIENCE, no matter who gets casted in what role. I still act to figure out what I can do better in performance, no matter how idiotic the middle schoolers are. I mean, it's still annoying for them to be so loud so much of the time, but there are some that are okay. To middle schoolers, big casts mean more time to hang out with friends, and more friends to hang out with. Although that's mostly true, I feel like most middle schoolers would be okay with shutting up while other people learn their blocking, but all the mental middle schoolers get cast and goof off just to get a rise out of the others, which causes the others to rise up to the challenge, which causes all the commotion.
And that's my rant for today. I will be writing for the rest of the block, and if you care to interrupt, be prepared for pain.
I checked out a book from the library on Saturday about how teens can get published. So far, it has mostly covered short stories and poetry competitions and publishers - well, those are the only ones that I've seen, anyway. It's also a bit out of date - I'm pretty sure it was published in the mid-90's, so there's the fact that there could be more/ fewer publishers who want to publish teen writing than there were when the book was published. Just saying. But, so far, the bits I have read for the "Before You Submit" parts have been really helpful, because they most likely still apply to any writer. So yeah.
In other news, I auditioned for the all-grades show today. I can't spell the title of the show - the drama teacher wrote it, and the title is the name of the mythical country to which the main character goes in a dream. So yeah. A lot of my friends wonder why I auditioned for the show, because in two all-grades shows we've been in, rehearsals mostly consist of middle schoolers being insane, high schoolers getting headaches, and some blocking and line memorizing getting done on the side. My answer is that it's still EXPERIENCE, no matter who gets casted in what role. I still act to figure out what I can do better in performance, no matter how idiotic the middle schoolers are. I mean, it's still annoying for them to be so loud so much of the time, but there are some that are okay. To middle schoolers, big casts mean more time to hang out with friends, and more friends to hang out with. Although that's mostly true, I feel like most middle schoolers would be okay with shutting up while other people learn their blocking, but all the mental middle schoolers get cast and goof off just to get a rise out of the others, which causes the others to rise up to the challenge, which causes all the commotion.
And that's my rant for today. I will be writing for the rest of the block, and if you care to interrupt, be prepared for pain.
Many Sad Farewells
Well, tonight is a goodbye dinner for my TA, who is leaving this Friday for Florida for family stuff. Which sucks for us, but her family will be grateful she is there. And she will be missed. A lot. Times eighteen. However, duty calls. And sometimes it calls at the beginning of the fourth quarter of the school year. But whatever. However much it sucks, she will be invited back a LOT for graduation, shows, and other things of that nature, and all of us in her TA hope (a lot) that she will PLEASE accept any and all invitations back to see whichever ones of us are performing/ graduating/ doing stuff of an important nature. PLEASE!!!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
COOOOKKKKKIIIIIIIIEEEEESSSSSSS
I just finished my Journalism article on Girl Scout Cookies. And I'm now very hungry for Girl Scout Cookies, despite the huge bowl of fruit that's sitting right next to me. Apparently, Little Brownie Bakers (which is one of two licensed Girl Scout bakeries in the US) has had nearly thirty varieties of cookie since it began baking for Girl Scouts in 1974. One variety, I kid you not, was called "Trail Mix." Who would eat cookies called "Trail Mix?" Apparently, nobody did, because it didn't come back for a second selling season. I don't blame the people of the early 90's for not bringing the Trail Mix Cookies back.
Anyway, moving on, I have NOT worked on my novel since Friday, and I'm NOT happy about it. I'm already WAY behind as is (though arguably not as WAY behind as I was... though that might have changed, now that I have an additional twelve pages of Missed Daily Writing to make up).
I also took my second degree black belt test yesterday, which made me kind of sore in many areas of the body. I was the only girl and I was obviously the oldest. I was also the only one testing for their second degree. Make of that what you will.
Also, the kid testing for his kup (between first degree and second degree) blatantly tried to correct me for one of the one-step sparrings, when I was testing for a higher level than him and he'd learned a different Throw Sparring Number Two than I had.
I don't blame the two red belts for not wanting to test at the main dojang, but at the same time, I'm still bit mad that they didn't have it as hard as I did. We didn't even do SPARRING yesterday. You haven't experienced truly hard-core sparring unless you've fought with the kids from one of the dojangs where they teach their students to kick people onto their butts and then attack immediately after the victim gets back up. Which hurts a lot. I nearly got knocked over a second time. But that doesn't really matter, I guess.
Anyway, I have to go and research stuff about World War Two tomorrow, so I can not fail at the debate thingie we're having and hopefully get a decent grade this quarter.
Anyway, moving on, I have NOT worked on my novel since Friday, and I'm NOT happy about it. I'm already WAY behind as is (though arguably not as WAY behind as I was... though that might have changed, now that I have an additional twelve pages of Missed Daily Writing to make up).
I also took my second degree black belt test yesterday, which made me kind of sore in many areas of the body. I was the only girl and I was obviously the oldest. I was also the only one testing for their second degree. Make of that what you will.
Also, the kid testing for his kup (between first degree and second degree) blatantly tried to correct me for one of the one-step sparrings, when I was testing for a higher level than him and he'd learned a different Throw Sparring Number Two than I had.
I don't blame the two red belts for not wanting to test at the main dojang, but at the same time, I'm still bit mad that they didn't have it as hard as I did. We didn't even do SPARRING yesterday. You haven't experienced truly hard-core sparring unless you've fought with the kids from one of the dojangs where they teach their students to kick people onto their butts and then attack immediately after the victim gets back up. Which hurts a lot. I nearly got knocked over a second time. But that doesn't really matter, I guess.
Anyway, I have to go and research stuff about World War Two tomorrow, so I can not fail at the debate thingie we're having and hopefully get a decent grade this quarter.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Writing again (before I die)
Well, I HAVE successfully carried out Operation Retrieve Old NaNoWriMo notebook, and I have now made quite a bit of progress (not a satisfactory amount of progress, but suffice it to say that I no longer have an excuse to write fewer than three to six pages a day).
However, I might as well not have done it, because I'm quite sure that I'm going to die tomorrow morning in my second degree black belt test. Although I know it is probably not going to be as emotionally taxing as the first degree test, this one will be more mentally taxing. I have to practice my old forms - the Tageuks, which I have not practiced since my first degree test. I barely remember a lot of them - lame, I know.
Anyway, in other news, when my doom is not being foretold, I had District Festival today. It was for chorus - we went, and people judged us on our singing; then we left that room and read by sight, where we got judged on that, and then we waited for forty minutes for the bus to come before coming home again.
And now I'm here.
And my brother is home from college.
HOORAY!!!
Anyway, for some reason, I'm kind of tired - I don't know why.
And I should practice my forms and work out my board breaks. Goodbye.
However, I might as well not have done it, because I'm quite sure that I'm going to die tomorrow morning in my second degree black belt test. Although I know it is probably not going to be as emotionally taxing as the first degree test, this one will be more mentally taxing. I have to practice my old forms - the Tageuks, which I have not practiced since my first degree test. I barely remember a lot of them - lame, I know.
Anyway, in other news, when my doom is not being foretold, I had District Festival today. It was for chorus - we went, and people judged us on our singing; then we left that room and read by sight, where we got judged on that, and then we waited for forty minutes for the bus to come before coming home again.
And now I'm here.
And my brother is home from college.
HOORAY!!!
Anyway, for some reason, I'm kind of tired - I don't know why.
And I should practice my forms and work out my board breaks. Goodbye.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Waaaay behind
Well, I know that I said that I'd work on my novel for Lent, along with reducing my sugar intake in favor of water.
However, the novel bit isn't working quite as well.
I'm currently 30 (or more) pages behind. Why? I'm pretty sure that part of the reason has to do with the fact that I have to keep stalling the scene because I keep forgetting to look up which deity/ star they are supposed to be saving. I can only think of so many ways to stall this scene, and I have come up with the last good cause (which is going to result in them finding the deity/ star). Each of these stalling things takes up about a page, and I've had a net gain of three pages since about Thursday. This means that, as I was a few days behind then, I have about 30 pages to go until I meet today's quota. Wonderful!! This isn't going to end well, I'm quite sure of it.
In other news, the sugar-reduction thing is going well. The drink-more-water thing is going reasonably well, but I feel like I'm drinking less water. I mean, I'm drinking more water than I did a week ago, but I'm not drinking as much water as I did when Lent started. It could be that I'm not as dehydrated as I was before; however, I'm still not drinking as much water as I technically should be.
Oh, the annoyingness.
However, I HAVE started practicing voice/ forms/ piano every day, which has resulted in (surprise!) an increase in proficiency in the bits I've been working on (which is completely NOT liable to happen when one practices stuff... not).
Soooooooooo yeah.
Goodbye for now. :D
However, the novel bit isn't working quite as well.
I'm currently 30 (or more) pages behind. Why? I'm pretty sure that part of the reason has to do with the fact that I have to keep stalling the scene because I keep forgetting to look up which deity/ star they are supposed to be saving. I can only think of so many ways to stall this scene, and I have come up with the last good cause (which is going to result in them finding the deity/ star). Each of these stalling things takes up about a page, and I've had a net gain of three pages since about Thursday. This means that, as I was a few days behind then, I have about 30 pages to go until I meet today's quota. Wonderful!! This isn't going to end well, I'm quite sure of it.
In other news, the sugar-reduction thing is going well. The drink-more-water thing is going reasonably well, but I feel like I'm drinking less water. I mean, I'm drinking more water than I did a week ago, but I'm not drinking as much water as I did when Lent started. It could be that I'm not as dehydrated as I was before; however, I'm still not drinking as much water as I technically should be.
Oh, the annoyingness.
However, I HAVE started practicing voice/ forms/ piano every day, which has resulted in (surprise!) an increase in proficiency in the bits I've been working on (which is completely NOT liable to happen when one practices stuff... not).
Soooooooooo yeah.
Goodbye for now. :D
Friday, March 11, 2011
There has been a supreme lack of posting...
Well, I looked at my 2011 stats so far, and I am horribly dissapointed in myself. Counting this post, I've only done 34 posts this year. This is exceedingly lame, and I must do better over pain of lack of posting.
You know, I learned something this afternoon. I realized just what an amazingly HUGE Greek Mythology NERD I am. Why? Well, let's start with the main reason I have not been working on my novel: rather than writing about a fictional character that is named after a Greek goddess, but really has nothing whatsoever to do with said goddess (except with the whole returning-balance stuff), I'm looking through this AWESOME volume called "the Dictionary of Classical Mythology," (I cannot remember the author's name), and looking for every nymph I can find, writing down her name, and recording what she did (even if it's like, "mother of Obscure Heroine"). How many nymphs have I recorded so far (including the Mothers Of Obscure Heroines)? Well, I have no idea. I'm in the middle of the P's, and I have probably done... I don't know... 100, maybe? Something like that. The number is BIG.
Anyway, the second level of my Greek mythology obsession is that, after seeing "helped Odysseus in 'the Oddessy'" or "helped Obscure Greek Soldier Number Forty-Two in 'The Illiad'" approximately 780,000,000,000 times, I have finally decided that I would go ahead and get a translation of "the Illiad" to see what all these nymphs were up to.
And, for the record, it may just be the translation, or the fact that I'm only eight pages in, or the fact that it's an old edition and I'm third person to check this copy out since 1994, but there's NOTHING about how Achilles was dunked into the river Styx (who's a nymph as well) by Thetis (who's a NEREID).
It just says that Thetis was crying as she saw Achilles decide to have a short life with eternal glory or something.
So... yeah.
Anyhoo, I'm off, but I'll return later, when I'm done being killed by the SAT, not writing my novel, not doing push-ups, hiking, and sleeping so I won't die on the SAT.
Goodbye for now!
You know, I learned something this afternoon. I realized just what an amazingly HUGE Greek Mythology NERD I am. Why? Well, let's start with the main reason I have not been working on my novel: rather than writing about a fictional character that is named after a Greek goddess, but really has nothing whatsoever to do with said goddess (except with the whole returning-balance stuff), I'm looking through this AWESOME volume called "the Dictionary of Classical Mythology," (I cannot remember the author's name), and looking for every nymph I can find, writing down her name, and recording what she did (even if it's like, "mother of Obscure Heroine"). How many nymphs have I recorded so far (including the Mothers Of Obscure Heroines)? Well, I have no idea. I'm in the middle of the P's, and I have probably done... I don't know... 100, maybe? Something like that. The number is BIG.
Anyway, the second level of my Greek mythology obsession is that, after seeing "helped Odysseus in 'the Oddessy'" or "helped Obscure Greek Soldier Number Forty-Two in 'The Illiad'" approximately 780,000,000,000 times, I have finally decided that I would go ahead and get a translation of "the Illiad" to see what all these nymphs were up to.
And, for the record, it may just be the translation, or the fact that I'm only eight pages in, or the fact that it's an old edition and I'm third person to check this copy out since 1994, but there's NOTHING about how Achilles was dunked into the river Styx (who's a nymph as well) by Thetis (who's a NEREID).
It just says that Thetis was crying as she saw Achilles decide to have a short life with eternal glory or something.
So... yeah.
Anyhoo, I'm off, but I'll return later, when I'm done being killed by the SAT, not writing my novel, not doing push-ups, hiking, and sleeping so I won't die on the SAT.
Goodbye for now!
Lent: whatever day this is
Well, my Lenten Success Story (or lack thereof) is as follows:
Tuesday (not actually Lent yet): I decide I want to give up anything with more than 12 grams of sugar (this means artificial sugar... i.e., fruit does not count, fruit juice does; so does yogurt); to write at least six pages of my novel (about two thousand words); and to do at least forty or fifty push-ups a day.
Wednesday (first day of Lent): I keep my sugar under control; I do NOT meet the day's writing quota (though I am close); I don't even attempt my push-ups.
Thursday: after coming home from an SOL and an early release, I sit and watch TV for a few hours. I DO do push-ups in TKD; I write to meet Wednesday's quota; sugar remains under control. Added plus: I learn that girl scout cookies have an acceptable level of sugar intake, as long as I only have three (or seven, in the case of Trefoils... YAY FOR NO TOPPINGS ON COOKIES!).
Friday: No writing. No push-ups. No sugar. I'm now six pages behind schedule, and I made my most recent action scene irritatingly short... but, as the NaNoWriMo rules state (which I'm going to be applying here), the only editing I'm allowed to be doing is fixing a word or two to bump my word count AS I GO ALONG. This is another reason I'm doing it by hand - to make sure I only go back to check details about people.
Saturday (aka tomorrow): nothing is going to get done, except perhaps the MOST IMPORTANT TEST OF MY LIFE (my first SAT, which I am going to FAIL). I have to be there at 7:45 ON A WEEKEND, and then I'm going HIKING right after with venture crew. And then I'm babysitting.
I want to sleep tonight, but on the other hand, I'm not going to be able to write 24 pages on Sunday - I have IYAG, and all the homework that I didn't do on Saturday.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't you just LOVE insanity?
Anyway, for all of you Christian peeps out there: what are YOU doing for Lent?
Tuesday (not actually Lent yet): I decide I want to give up anything with more than 12 grams of sugar (this means artificial sugar... i.e., fruit does not count, fruit juice does; so does yogurt); to write at least six pages of my novel (about two thousand words); and to do at least forty or fifty push-ups a day.
Wednesday (first day of Lent): I keep my sugar under control; I do NOT meet the day's writing quota (though I am close); I don't even attempt my push-ups.
Thursday: after coming home from an SOL and an early release, I sit and watch TV for a few hours. I DO do push-ups in TKD; I write to meet Wednesday's quota; sugar remains under control. Added plus: I learn that girl scout cookies have an acceptable level of sugar intake, as long as I only have three (or seven, in the case of Trefoils... YAY FOR NO TOPPINGS ON COOKIES!).
Friday: No writing. No push-ups. No sugar. I'm now six pages behind schedule, and I made my most recent action scene irritatingly short... but, as the NaNoWriMo rules state (which I'm going to be applying here), the only editing I'm allowed to be doing is fixing a word or two to bump my word count AS I GO ALONG. This is another reason I'm doing it by hand - to make sure I only go back to check details about people.
Saturday (aka tomorrow): nothing is going to get done, except perhaps the MOST IMPORTANT TEST OF MY LIFE (my first SAT, which I am going to FAIL). I have to be there at 7:45 ON A WEEKEND, and then I'm going HIKING right after with venture crew. And then I'm babysitting.
I want to sleep tonight, but on the other hand, I'm not going to be able to write 24 pages on Sunday - I have IYAG, and all the homework that I didn't do on Saturday.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't you just LOVE insanity?
Anyway, for all of you Christian peeps out there: what are YOU doing for Lent?
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